January (Calendar Girl #1) Anthology Anthology (111 page)
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Authors: Audrey Carlan
Anthony’s ebony hair was slicked back, water dripped from the longer layers, and fell onto the widest shoulders I’d ever seen. And I’ve seen my fair share of naked hot guys. This guy, was ripped, and not in that gross body builder way where the muscles bulged and veins stuck out of the skin like ropes. No, he was in a league of his own. I knew he was a boxer and had seen a picture of him in his boxing shorts but that paled in comparison to the real deal. Holy shit was he the real deal. More like a handful of aces.
I licked my lips and stared, allowing my purse to drop to the bench near the foot of the bed. The “Body God’s” gaze traced my form from top to bottom. He leaned into the doorframe on one rounded, strong looking shoulder and let the towel he was holding hook around his neck. Then he crossed those forearms over his chest. Oh man, I wish he hadn’t done that. Instantly my sexy feelers flared and I had to slow my breathing in order not to pass out at the sheer male perfection before me.
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Books and Coming Soon by Audrey Carlan
The Falling Series
Angel Falling
London Falling
Justice Falling
Trinity Trilogy
Body (Book 1)
Mind (Book 2)
Soul (Book 3 - Estimated Release 3/29/15)
Calendar Girl Serial
(A twelve month serial. New installments will be released every month throughout 2015)
January (Book 1)
February (Book 2)
March (Book 3 - Estimated Release 3/17/2015)
April (Book 4 - Estimated Release 4/2015)
May (Book 5 - Estimated Release 5/2015)
June (Book 6 - Estimated Release 6/2015)
July (Book 7 - Estimated Release 7/2015)
August (Book 8 - Estimated Release 8/2015)
September (Book 9 - Estimated Release 9/2015)
October (Book 10 - Estimated Release 10/2015)
November (Book 11 - Estimated Release 11/2015)
December (Book 12 - Estimated Release 12/2015)
Acknowledgements
To my critique partner,
Sarah Saunders
, not only are you the world’s best critique partner ever, you make me want to work harder, be a better author. Thank you for your commitment to me. I feel as though I get better with every book and you’re a huge part of that.
To my editor
Ekatarina Sayanova
with
Red Quill Editing, LLC
, for ripping this installment into shreds so that I could learn under your tutelage. Red Quill Editing, LLC is presently accepting new clients. (www.redquillediting.net)
Any author knows they aren’t worth their weight unless their story is backed by badass betas. I have the best!
Jeananna Goodall
- This book is dedicated to you because you mean the world to me. I wanted to give you something special to show you how very special you are to me. Thank you for sticking with me through all these books. I’m very grateful to have you as part of my team.
Ginelle Blanch
- You find major errors that are missed reminding me that no matter how my writing improves, or how in-depth the editing process is, I’ll forever need betas like you to prevent me from looking like an idiot! I wish I had your eagle eye but will settle for the beauty of having you on my beta team.
Anita Shofner
- Still the reigning present and past tense QUEEN. With you on the job, not only do I get a class act English major beta read, but you ensure that the tiny words in-between don’t screw up my prose. Every author needs a beta like you…but they can’t have you! You’re mine!
Christine Benoit
- Thank you for beta reading and verifying that my French was accurate and said what I’d wanted it to say. Your language is beautiful. I very much enjoyed adding it into my book.
Carol Ray
- Thank you for being a lovely pre-reader and cheering me all the way through each chapter. Love you lady!
To
Give Me Books
and
Kylie McDermott
for spreading this book far and wide into the virtual social world! With you and your team of awesome ladies, I don’t think January would have hit best seller. Thank you for believing in my books and sharing them with your amazing fans. I adore you all.
To the
Audrey Carlan Street Team
of wicked hot Angels, together we change the world. One book at a time. BESOS-4-LIFE lovely ladies.
Reference Credit: Witold’s Poem that was inked on character Alec Dubois was written by Jacques Prévert, French writer (1900-1977). Poem quoted directly from http://www.witoldk.com/sites/prevert.html.
About Audrey Carlan
Audrey Carlan is a multiple times Amazon bestselling author. She lives in the sunny California Valley two hours away from the city, the beach, the mountains and the precious…the vineyards. She has been married to the love of her life for over a decade and has two young children that live up to their title of “Monster Madness” on daily basis. When she’s not writing wickedly hot romances, doing yoga, or sipping wine with her “soul sisters”, she can be found with her nose stuck in book or her Kindle. A hot, smutty, romantic book to be exact!
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Table of Contents
Excerpt from March: Calendar Girl (Book 3)
Books and Coming Soon by Audrey Carlan
March: Calendar Girl
Book 3
By Audrey Carlan
Text copyright © 2015 Audrey Carlan
ISBN Electronic
ISBN-10:
0-9909143-7-2
ISBN-13:
978-0-9909143-7-2
All Rights Reserved
No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any printed or electronic format without expressed permission by the author.
Editing:
Red Quill Editing, LLC
Editor - Ekaterina Sayanova
www.redquillingediting.net
Cover Design:
Tibbs Design
Graphics Designer - Valerie Tibbs
www.tibbsdesign.com
D
EDICATION
Heather White
Mia is in Chicago because of you.
You too left the familiar and went on a journey.
This month’s book shows how amazing taking risks can be.
Sometimes they are life changing, life altering even.
More often than not, they are worth it.
You are beautiful and I adore your presence in my life.
BESOS my lovely.
C
HAPTER 1
The second my feet hit the ground level of the airport in Vegas, I was smashed between two bodies, one long and lengthy, the other petite and feisty. My nostrils were assaulted with the scent of mint gum and cherries as the two wiggly bodies bounced me up and down simultaneously screaming. The sound was an exact replica of the hyenas screeching in their cage at the zoo Alec and I had visited in Portland.
“God, I missed your face,” Gin said before laying a wet one right on my lips. Ah, there’s the mint gum. Then she was pushed out of the way, and my baby sister, Maddy, pulled me into her long arms. Cherries. Ever since she was a little girl, she’s always smelled like cherries. I didn’t want to know why. Like everything else, I accepted that it just was. That’s all that mattered. Maddy held me close, her much taller frame making my five foot eight size seem small. Even though I was the big sister, she still held the record for height in our small family at five foot eleven. At nineteen, she was a definite beauty, but hadn’t quite filled in like I had at her age. She seemed to have an unbeatable metabolism that kept her rail thin. Lucky girl.
Maddy’s eyes filled with tears. I cupped both her cheeks. “Prettiest girl in all the world,” I said watching the tears fall. “But only when you smile…”
“You always say that.” Her lips tipped up, and I was graced with the smile I adored more than any other person’s.
“Because it’s true. And you are. Right Gin?”
Gin smacked her gum then locked her elbow with mine. “Yep. Now let’s blow this popsicle joint.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s popsicle
stand
, Gin.”
Ginelle stopped in the middle of the airport arrivals. “Whatever, ho, you know what I meant. Who died and made you Mr. Webster?”
I laughed hard, and it felt good. Great rather. Tension seeped out of my pores as if it could manifest physically, drop to the floor, and pool out onto the linoleum. God, it was good to be home.
The girls led me to Gin’s car. “Where’s Dad’s car, Mads?” I shoved my bag in the trunk then sat shotgun.
Maddy got into the backseat of Ginelle’s Honda and twirled a lock of hair. “Um…” She looked out the window, her eyes moving from point to point like she was trying to think of something to say.
My shoulders slumped. “What’s wrong with Dad’s car?”
“Nothing really.” She let out a long breath, kept twirling locks of her blonde hair, and curved her spine into the seat back. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to tell me.
“Tell her, Mads,” Gin pressed.
Maddy huffed and then sat up straight. She closed her eyes and opened them. Determination oozed in powerful bursts of color in those green depths. “The guys that messed up Dad, messed up his car, too.”
Fire swirled in my gut. “Why the hell didn’t you say anything?” Anger ripped down my spine and landed in my hands where I held them in two tight fists. If anyone came near me now they’d be toast.
“I just…”
“You just what? How are you getting to school?”
“The bus, mostly, and sometimes Ginelle.” Her gaze drifted over to my best friend. Gin smiled briefly. “And also Matt, the guy I was telling you about. He’s given me a ride a few times. Says he’ll help me out any way he can.” Her voice went tight.
“I’ll just bet he would. Mads, that’s not safe. You’re not close to the school, and you’re dead on your feet after all those classes. And what about when you stay late in the library?” I sucked in a giant breath and let it out angrily turning back in my chair. My fucking sister at risk. Doesn’t have the use of Dad’s car because Blaine and his fucking goons wrecked it. What else? What else could possibly happen?
